Martha By-the-Day Part 22
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Good-by, Martha!--Miss Lang--" He was gone.
When the car had shot out of sound and sight, Martha withdrew from the window, from behind the blinds of which she had been peering eagerly.
"He certainly _is_ a little woolly wonder, meaning no offense," she observed with a deep-drawn sigh. "Yes, Mr. Ronald is as good as they make 'em, an' dontcher forget it!"
She seated herself opposite Claire, drawing her chair quite close.
"Pity you an' him is so on the outs. I'm not speakin' o' _him_, s'much, but anybody with half an eye can see _you_ got a reg'lar hate on'm. _Any one_ can see that!"
A moment of silence, and then Claire flung herself, sobbing and quivering, across Martha's lap, ready to receive her.
"O, _Martha_!" she choked.
CHAPTER XVII
"Well now, what do you think o' that! Ain't it the end o' the law? The high-handed way he has o' doin' things! Think o' the likes o' _me_ closin' up my '_town-house' _an' takin' my fam'ly (includin' Flicker an'
Nixcomeraus) 'to the country-place'--for all the world like I was a lady, born an' bred.--Sammy, you sit still in your seat, an' eat the candy Mr. Blennerha.s.set brought you, an' quit your rubberin', or the train'll start suddently, an' give you a twist in your neck you won't get over in a hurry.... Ma, you comfortable?.... Cora an' Francie, see you behave like little ladies, or I'll attend to you later. See how quiet Sabina is--Say, Sabina, what you doin'? Now, what do you think o'
that! If that child ain't droppin' off to sleep, suckin' the red plush o' the seat! For all the world like she didn't have a wink o' rest last night, or a bite or a sup this mornin'--an' she slep' the clock 'round, an' et a breakfast fit for a trooper. Say, Sabina--here, wake up! An'
take your tongue off'n that beautiful cotton-backed plush, d'you hear?
In the first place, the gen'l'men that owns this railroad don't want their upholsterry et by little girls, an', besides, it's makin' your mouth all red--an', second-place, the cars isn't the time to sleep--leastwise, not so early in the mornin'. Miss Claire, child, don't look so scared! You ain't committin' no crime goin' along with us, an'
_he_'ll never suspicion anyhow. He's prob'ly on the boundin' biller by this time, an' Mr. Blennerha.s.set he don't know you from a hole in the ground. Besides, whose business is it, anyway? You ain't goin' as _his_ guest, as I told you before. You're _my_ boarder, same's you've always been, an' it's n.o.body's concern if you board down here or up there...
"Say, ain't these flowers just grand? The box looks kinder like a young coffin, but never mind that...
"A body would think all that fruit an' stuff was enough of a send-off, but Lor--_Mr_. Ronald, he don't do things by halves, does he? It wouldn't seem so surprisin' now, if he'd 'a' knew you was comin' along an' all this (Mr. Blennerha.s.set himself helpin' look after us, an' see us off--as if I was a little tender flower that didn't know a railroad ticket from a trunk-check), I say, it wouldn't seem so surprisin' if he'd 'a' knew _you_ was comin' along. I'd think it was on your account.
What they calls _delicate attentions_. The sorter thing a gen'l'man does when he's got his eye on a young lady for his wife, an' is sorter breakin' it to her gently--kinder beckonin' with a barn-door, as the sayin' is.
"But Mr. Ronald ain't the faintest notion but you've gone back to your folks in Grand Rapids, an' so all these favors is for _me_, of course.
Well, I certainly take to luckshurry like a duck takes to water. I never knew it was so easy to feel comfortable. I guess I been a little hard on the wealthy in the past. Now, if _you_ should marry a rich man, I don't believe--"
Claire sighed wearily. "I'll never marry anybody, Martha. And besides, a rich man wouldn't be likely to go to a cheap boarding-house for a wife, and next winter I--O, isn't it warm? Don't you _wish_ the train would start?"
At last the train did start, and they were whirled out of the steaming city, over the hills and far away, through endless stretches of sunlit country, and the long, long hours of the hot summer day, until, at night, they reached their destination, and found Sam Slawson waiting there in the cool twilight to welcome them.
Followed days of rarest bliss for Martha, when she could marshal out her small forces, setting each his particular task, and seeing it was done with thoroughness and despatch, so that in an inconceivably short time her new home shone with all the spotless cleanliness of the old, and added comeliness beside.
"Ain't it the little palace?" she inquired, when all was finished. "I wouldn't change my lodge for the great house, grand as it is, not for anything you could offer me! Nor I wouldn't call the queen my cousin now we're all in it together. I'm feelin' that joyful I'd like to have what they calls a house-swarmin', only there ain't, by the looks of it, any neighbors much, to swarm."
"No," said Ma regretfully, "I noticed there ain't no neighbors--to speak of."
"Well, then, we can't speak o' them," returned Martha. "Which will save us from fallin' under G.o.d's wrath as gossips. There's never any great loss without some small gain."
"But we must have some sort of jollification," Claire insisted. "Doesn't your wedding-day--the anniversary of it, I mean--come 'round about this time? You said the Fourth, didn't you?"
Martha nodded. "Sam Slawson an' me'll be fifteen years married come Fourth of July," she announced. "We chose that day, because we was so poor we knew we couldn't do nothin' great in the line o' celebration ourselves, so we just kinder managed it, so's without inconveniencin'
the nation any or addin' undooly to its expenses, it would do our celebratin' for us. You ain't no notion how grand it makes a body feel to be woke up at the crack o' dawn on one's weddin' mornin' with the noise o' the bombardin' in honor o' the day! I'm like to miss it this year, with only my own four young Yankees spoilin' my sleep settin' off torpeders under my nose."
"You won't miss anything," said Claire rea.s.suringly, "but you mustn't say a word to Sam. And you mustn't ask any questions yourself, for what is going to happen is to be a _wonderful_ surprise!"
"You betcher life it is!" murmured Martha complacently to herself, after Claire had hastened off to confer with the children and plan a program for the great day.
Ma to make the wedding-cake! Cora to recite her "piece." Francie and Sammy to be dressed as pages and bear, each, a tray spread with the gifts it was to be her own task and privilege to contrive. Sabina to hover over all as a sort of Cupid, who, if somewhat "hefty" as to avoirdupois, was in all other respects a perfect little Love.
It seemed as if the intervening days were winged, so fast they flew.
Claire never could have believed there was so much to be done for such a simple festival, and, of course, the entire weight fell on her shoulders, for Ma was as much of a child in such matters as any, and Martha could not be appealed to, being the _bride_, and, moreover, being away at the great house, where tremendous changes were in progress.
But at last came the wonderful day, and everything was in readiness.
First, a forenoon of small explosive delights for the children--then, as the day waned, a dinner eaten outdoors, picnic-fas.h.i.+on on the gra.s.s, under the spreading trees, beneath the shadows of the mighty mountain-tops.
What difference if Ma's cake, crowning a perfect feast, had suffered a little in the frosting and its touching sentiment, traced in snowy lettering upon a bridal-white ground, _did_ read
FIFTEEN YEARS OF MARRED LIFE.
It is sometimes one's ill-luck to misspell a word, and though a wedding-cake is usually large and this was no exception, the s.p.a.ce was limited, and, besides, no one but Sam senior and Miss Lang noticed it anyhow.
A quizzical light in his eye, Mr. Slawson scrawled on a sc.r.a.p of paper which he pa.s.sed to Claire (with apologies for the liberty) the words:
"She'd been nearer the truth if she'd left out the two _rr_s while she was about it, and had it:
FIFTEEN YEARS OF MA'D LIFE."
Then came Cora's _piece_.
Her courtesy, right foot back, knees suddenly bent, right hand on left side (presumably over heart, actually over stomach), chin diving into the bony hollow of her neck--Cora's courtesy was a thing to be remembered.
LADY CLARE
She announced it with ceremony, and this time, Martha noticed, the recalcitrant garter held fast to its moorings.
"''Twas the time when lilies blow And clouds are highest up in air, Lord Ronald brought a lily-white doe--'"
_"His!"_ prompted Martha in a loud stage-whisper. _"His_--not 'a'--"
Cora accepted the correction obediently, but her self-confidence was shaken. She managed to stammer,
"'Give t-to--his c-cousin, L-Lady C-Clare,'"
and then a storm of tears set in, drowning her utterance.
"Well, what do you think o' _that_?" exclaimed Martha, amazed at the undue sensitiveness of her offspring. "Never mind, Cora! You done it grand!--as far as you went."
To cover this slight mishap, Claire gave a hurried signal to the pages, who appeared forthwith in splendid form, if a little overweighted by the burdens they bore. In some strange way Claire's simple gifts had been secretly augmented until they piled up upon the trays, twin-mountains of treasure.
When the first surprise was past, and the wonders examined and exclaimed over, Martha bent toward Claire, from her seat of honor on the gra.s.s.
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